Diurnal Musings(NaPoWriMo 2016 Anthology)

#10: fluid

She came down slowly, warily,
tiptoeing through the chambers of
gravity like an old feather,
pulled away from her roots;
she scalded me with her caress,
her fiery arms clashing against
my burning caramel skin, turn-
ing it bitter and dark like ash:
ashes float away from my palms,
riding on the backs of heralds
and proclaiming their grand glory;
she hangs about in the air, waiting,
a tiger hiding behind the
lulling, dozing, ochre grass blades,
sticking to the walls like spiders,
sticking to my skin like leeches;
she burns, she metamorphoses
by shedding off her lightest parts,
she pours my stories into wells,
she watches me and guides me too;
she is water that cleanses you.